Katie slid off the stool and met his gaze without wavering. “I’m not going to change my mind,” she said. He stood so close that their bodies brushed against each other as she headed for the dance floor. She didn’t need to find a partner before she got there. Experience told her she wouldn’t be alone for long once she started moving.
She watched Caleb from the corner of her eye as he slipped onto the dance floor. She tried to avoid him, but he adjusted his body, weaving with the rhythm and sliding between the writhing bodies that surrounded her. He positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips lightly.